# Chapter 1807: An Ill-Fated Old Age
Outside the Heavenly Court, three majestic divine temples built from Divine Source shone brilliantly into the nine heavens, the power of faith rumbling like river water flowing.
"You shouldn't have done this. Dying on the battlefield, buried amid the gleam of blades, ending during a dark calamity—that would have been my best final destination." A voice came forth—that was Gai Jiuyou's divine temple.
Ye Fan faced it calmly. After careful observation, he sighed. That was merely a lingering thought condensed from faith power, not a true person.
"In the future, if Senior's spiritual awareness truly awakens, I will respect your choice." Ye Fan turned around.
Blood energy swirled around the other two divine temples, their life force even stronger. Vaguely, two remnant torsos could be seen pulsing. Ye Fan did not disturb these two, still sealing them within Immortal Source.
The Heavenly Emperor reborn—what shocking news this was! Two thousand six hundred years without decay, continuing to live on like this made people tremble!
Throughout the universe, the Heavenly Court's divine might grew even more majestic. The power of faith surged in like rolling waves, pouring into Ye Fan's cauldron, transforming into a vast sea of stars. The entire Heavenly Court was filled with boundless scenes, auspicious energy piercing through billions of miles.
Viewed from afar, that heavenly palace bathed in immortal radiance, like a vast Immortal Domain, becoming a land of eternal life.
The Heavenly Court's visions shook the human world. Everyone found it unbelievable and became even more reverent. Various phenomena appeared there—true dragons dancing, immortal phoenixes spreading their wings—all manifestations of faith power, circling above the Heavenly Court, becoming deities.
"Unbelievable! The Heavenly Emperor is too powerful. With him here, the Heavenly Court has become the strongest inheritance through the ages!"
White tigers roared, black tortoises parted the seas, Kunpeng struck across the nine heavens—all deities manifested from faith power, guarding the Heavenly Court. By this era, its foundation was too profound, causing many to tremble with awe.
"Could it be that this is the true meaning of the Heavenly Court—to create immortality amid the mundane world?"
The Primordial Qi Cauldron rose and sank, its interior filled with endless faith power. Every creature depicted on the cauldron's walls materialized, creating various visions and wonders outside the Heavenly Court.
Even if Ye Fan were to pass away, with this cauldron present, it could ensure the Heavenly Court's prosperity continued.
"Is the ultimate use of faith power related to eternal life and creating an immortal realm? Is this the reason ancient Great Emperors wished to establish the Heavenly Court?" After this day, many began to ponder deeply.
The Heavenly Emperor's cauldron had evolved to its limit; only one final leap remained for it to become an immortal artifact.
In the mundane world, among the human realm, many revered the Heavenly Court. More and more people constantly mentioned the Heavenly Emperor's name, and naturally, the power of faith grew increasingly abundant.
Ye Fan's skin was crystalline, his black hair thick, his life force vigorous and full of vitality. He had restored himself to the optimal state of the human body. At first glance, he appeared only around twenty years old—so young it was hard to believe.
A brand new beginning, a reincarnation of life, standing at the starting trajectory of another life. Still in this same world, yet without the people of those years.
Looking back to those days, first entering the Big Dipper, struggling to cultivate, being hunted, later befriending a group of companions—that was when they were in their prime, young and reckless, charging forward fearlessly, striking against the heavens against the current, full of drive.
Turning around again, such companions and beloved ones were no longer to be seen.
In this life, how was he to live it? As the Heavenly Emperor, how could he walk the path of this life with a group of immature faces? The vast world stretched endlessly, yet he could no longer find that feeling.
But the previous life was ultimately over. Ye Fan had experienced too much. Gazing at the heavens with a sigh, he put away his loneliness, because his path was still long, and there were still things he needed to do.
He had to comprehend the method of eternal life. He had to fulfill the promises of the past. A mottled and vast battle chart of eternal life had already been unfurled, awaiting him to paint the magnificent mountains, rivers, and poems.
In this life, there was no longer that past feeling—the bitter struggle, the narrow escapes from death, the many calamities every year on the path of cultivation. In this life, a single meditation session would see a thousand years pass by in haste.
Ye Fan pondered various methods of eternal life, constantly charging forward, verifying this path.
Same time, different way of living.
After several secluded cultivation sessions, past and present became distant. Five thousand years had passed in the world. This was the Heavenly Emperor's lonely path. He stood atop the nine heavens, looking down at the vigorous youths in the mundane world. They were slightly immature, full of hope, charging toward their own skies, but he could no longer integrate with them.
"The trajectories of predecessors, continued by later generations."
The Heavenly Emperor sighed. Eight thousand years had passed in the world. He was still young, and even stronger.
Awakening from secluded cultivation, he looked upon the mundane world. A group of youths went from starting their cultivation path, to becoming famous across the ten directions, to growing old and turning into yellow earth—that was one life, also a replay of Ye Fan's era.
Times changed. Some things in heaven and earth constantly replayed, like a mirror reflecting radiance, shining into the Heavenly Emperor's eyes.
Threads of immortal light flickered in Ye Fan's eyes. Thus he sat atop the nine heavens, overlooking the vast mundane world. Sitting for another several thousand years, he seemed to have captured some trajectory of eternal life and reincarnation.
By the time he reached fifteen thousand years old in this life, Ye Fan's black hair remained. On this day, he sat on the cliff of Immortal Mountain. In the distance, a golden light flashed, quietly sneaking into the Flat Peach Garden, causing him to reveal a strange expression.
"Whoosh!" A small golden monkey was confined by his thought, appearing before him. It was the Holy Prince's only young son. Measured in tens of thousands of years, in this life he had again broken out of Divine Source and sneaked out.
"Ah, Uncle Ye, you're still so young. Has it only been a few years?" The little Saint Ape, only a few years old in appearance, scratched his head in confusion.
"You're too mischievous. Why did you sneak out again?" Ye Fan asked.
"I wasn't going for the flat peaches, nor did I want to sneak out to play." The little monkey protested too much, his big eyes rolling around, but after a moment, he suddenly grinned and started crying, saying, "Uncle Ye, I miss my father and mother."
Ye Fan picked him up, then placed him on his shoulder, taking him for a spin through the vast mundane world. Not for anything else, just to let him have a good time.
This outing of the Heavenly Emperor dropped countless jaws. Many were shocked, secretly sighing that little monkey was incredibly lucky—he could actually sit on the Heavenly Emperor's shoulder.
In this life, having a little rascal jump out, crying and wiping tears at Ye Fan, made him feel very warm, so he was quite doting.
Of course, in the end, Ye Fan still sealed the little monkey. This was the Heavenly Court's hope, with bone structure rarely seen through the ages, possessing all the advantages of both Saint Ape lineages.
"Uncle Ye, can I come find you to play again sometime?" Before being sealed into Divine Source, the little monkey asked timidly yet full of hope.
Ye Fan gave him a flick on the forehead and directly sealed him for a long time.
Time flowed like water. In this life, Ye Fan witnessed several generations of heavenly prodigies rise, become famous, and grow old in the mortal world. He had already been in the world for over twenty thousand years.
In the remaining years, he traveled across heaven and earth, surveying mountains and dragon veins, measuring heaven-defying creation lands, as if searching for something.
"The Heavenly Emperor senses his end is near. He's looking for a burial site for himself."
People sighed softly. No matter how great a personage, they would reach their end point. Even if Ye Fan was the Heavenly Emperor, as long as he didn't cut himself with a single slash, didn't transform into a forbidden zone, didn't use special means to seal himself, he would still age and die.
But in this life, he had personally leveled five forbidden zones. How could he imitate them?
People could foresee that the Heavenly Emperor, whose achievements shook past and present, whose combat power could slay immortals, would ultimately die, ending in this life, because immortality pills were useless to him.
Time passed swiftly. Ye Fan lived to twenty-six thousand years in this life, shocking the world. He had been alive for over fifty thousand years in total!
"The Heavenly Emperor is truly a supreme deity!"
The whole world sighed.
Ye Fan walked alone through the starry sea. Everyone thought he was searching for the Heavenly Emperor's tomb, but they fundamentally didn't know his thoughts. He was actually trying to find that monster.
Ye Fan sighed. The other party was very good at enduring.
Now his blood energy was withered. This life was about to end. His combat power would be greatly reduced. His situation was truly dangerous.
That year, his blood energy dried up, white hair scattered, body withered. A hero in his twilight years, he didn't have long to live. He traveled alone through the universe.
Some saw him and couldn't help but feel great sorrow. Even the Heavenly Emperor had grown old, yet immortality was nowhere to be seen.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
Ye Fan passed through various domains, as if bidding farewell to this universe, bidding farewell to all races. Many couldn't help but cry out in grief.
Watching such a powerful being end like this, many experts felt pain in their hearts. The Heavenly Emperor aging and dying would mark the end of an era.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, an extremely powerful aura erupted. A giant foot descended from the heavens, stepping toward the withered Ye Fan.
"What? Who is that? Daring to show such disrespect to the Heavenly Emperor, stepping on his head!" Some sages following behind, accompanying the Heavenly Emperor on his final journey, all changed color and became furious.
Ye Fan had pacified dark calamities, swept away forbidden zones of life, leaving behind brilliant achievements. All races revered him. Who could insult him like this?
Stepping on the Heavenly Emperor's head—this truly enraged the sages of all races!
At the same time, dense golden fur, red fur, black fur, and more grew all over Ye Fan's body. The scene was extremely terrifying.
"The Saint Body's old age, the Heavenly Emperor's twilight years—he has encountered the most terrifying curse!"
"Heavenly Emperor!"
People shouted, everyone's heart trembling, worried for him, revealing expressions of unbearable grief and sorrow.
They couldn't help. The aura of the person who appeared was absolutely world-shaking. If not for the Heavenly Emperor standing in front, blocking the fluctuations, all of them would have died.
"Boom!"
An explosive sound shattered the heavens. The Heavenly Emperor, covered in fur, swung his imperial fist—a fist he hadn't used for who knows how many tens of thousands of years!
This strike shook past and present. This strike reversed the River of Time. This strike pierced through thirty-three layers of heaven!
The Heavenly Emperor had aged, hadn't moved in years, and his blood energy was withered. But his fist was still indestructible. The giant foot descending from the sky directly exploded, raining blood everywhere.
Then, with a boom, Ye Fan's body burst into flames ten thousand feet high, burning away all the fur, revealing his true form.
Even if the Heavenly Emperor was old, he was still domineering, unmatched in the world. No one could bully him.
"As expected of the Heavenly Emperor. With blood energy dried up, he can still have such combat power. Truly admirable. But you still have to die!"
A person descended, his body covered in dense long fur.
Then another person descended, extremely holy, as if formed from Divine Source, dazzling and brilliant.
"The monsters are two people?" Ye Fan stared.
"I am Source Ghost."
"I am Source God."
The two announced their names, instantly evoking Ye Fan's distant memories. In those days of the Northern Domain's Divine City, when he gambled on stones and searched for sources, he heard many legends about Source Ghost and Source God. They ate immortal treasures from within stones.
"Are you the monsters? Even if there are two emperors, it's still not enough!" Ye Fan said. Though old, he was still unmatchedly domineering. He stepped forward, intending to sweep away his enemies.
"Wrong. The monster you're waiting for is me. They are just my kind." Another voice came. A Heaven-Penetrating underworld treasure swirled with immortal light, tearing through the great universe as it appeared.
From within that underworld artifact walked a person surrounded by chaotic light, his aura world-shaking!
"And how could we be absent?" As the words fell, four people with blood energy that shocked the ages arrived together. An ancient mine faintly appeared in the distance, like a black hole.
They came from the Primordial Ancient Mine, a forbidden zone Ye Fan had always wanted to level.
With a hum, Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable's slaughter formation diagram appeared, covering the high heavens. It was actually held in the hands of these four people, trapping Ye Fan below. Several ancient imperial weapons replaced the four slaughter swords, forming the ancient world's number one slaughter formation.
"What a grand formation. Seven supreme beings appear together in my old age." Ye Fan looked at them coldly.
"I only want a wisp of his heart's blood and the living Heavenly Emperor's imprint. The rest of his flesh, blood, Heavenly Emperor bones, etc., all belong to you!" The person surrounded by chaotic light who walked out from the Heaven-Penetrating underworld treasure said.
"It has evolved into a true immortal artifact." Ye Fan stared at that underworld artifact, couldn't help but sigh. But though he was in his twilight years, trapped in a deadly formation, he still pressed down on the universe with his divine might, his voice spreading through the nine heavens and ten earths: "I am the Heavenly Emperor. I shall suppress and kill all enemies in the world!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member on the literature website to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)